Clothes Off

Eight bucks and a PBR, a rude boy knows the score
 Lay me down the tap and let the fun juice pour
 One shot, two shot, three shot, floor
 I think I fell in love with you
 When you dragged me out the door
 Where the hell's our mates man?
 Man I don't know
 Where's your bag and hat?
 What is going on?
 You helped me take all of my clothes off
 Yah I love you, yah I really do
 You cleaned up all my throw up
 You saved me when my mind was mush
 What a nice thing to do
 Everybody's fucked off
 But no not you
 Do you really need some help boy?
 Yah, I think I do
 You helped me take all of my clothes off
 Yah I love you, yah I really do
 You saved me when my mind was mush
 What I nice thing to do
 Screaming at a base head rude boy gets stabbed
 That's when you jumped in, touch your man and you get mad
 One punch, two punch, three punch, slab
 I think I fell in love with you when you threw me in a cab
 Where the hell's your mates man?
 We were drinking at the show
 Where are they now?
 Man I don't know